possible!" she exclaimed.
If the idea does not appeal to you as a pleasure,--
he went on in the most impersonal of tones,--
perhaps you would be willing to consider it as a favor. Our Miss
Winthrop informs me that the suggestion is impossible, but personally
I don't see how anything could be more easily arranged. I would
prefer Saturday evening, as on that date I am quite sure of being
sufficiently well provided with ducats--
"You'd better save them," she interrupted.
--to insure a proper settlement with the waiter,--
he concluded his sentence.
Please let me know, then, where I may meet you on Saturday evening
next.
"I told you that was quite impossible, Mr. Pendleton," she reminded
him.
"You haven't told me why."
"There are a hundred reasons, and they can't be discussed here."
"That's it," he exclaimed triumphantly. "That's the whole trouble! We
can't discuss things here; so let's have our little dinner, and then
there'll be all the chance in the world for you to tell me why you
shouldn't come."
"You're absurd," she declared, with an involuntary smile.
Hoping for the favor of an early reply,--
he concluded,--
I beg to remain, Madame, most sincerely yours.
"Is that all?"
"You might add this postscript":--
I shall be at the Harvard Club at seven to-night, and a 'phone message
there might be the most convenient way of replying.
"You don't really wish this typed, Mr. Pendleton?"
"I think it best," he replied as he rose, "unless you're too tired?"
"I'm never tired in business hours."
He returned to his desk; in a few seconds he heard the click of her
machine.
Miss Winthrop did not stop at the delicatessen store that night, but
went direct to her room. She removed her hat and coat, and then sat
down, chin in hands, to think this problem out.
She had missed Pendleton at the luncheon hour to a distinctly
discomfiting degree. Naturally enough, she held him wholly responsible
for that state of mind. Her life had been going along smoothly until
he took it upon himself to come into the office. There had been no
complications--no worries. She was earning enough to provide her with
a safe retreat at night, and to clothe and feed her body; and this
left her free, within certain accepted limits, to do as she pleased.
This was her enviable condition when Mr. Pendleton came along--came
from Heaven knew where, and took up his position near her desk. Then
he had happened upon her at
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